A/N: My first BTVS story, and my first drabble.
I'd like to thank and credit Badly-Knitted for the idea, and for getting me interested in drabbles.
Under The Influence.
Another sneeze came through the door.
"Dawn?", Buffy asked.
"Huh?"
"You doing okay?"
"Guess."
She'd been fighting off a cold for some time, and, the medicine was helping, but, it was having odd effects on her, something Buffy had warned Dawn about.
Buffy thought she heard Dawn mutter something about her being a good dancer as Joyce entered.
"She okay?"
"Sort of. The cold's still giving her trouble, and the medicine's making her act weird."
"Yeah, it'll do that."
Dawn had attempted to sing at one point, badly, from what Buffy remembered.
Both laughed over that memory, since Buffy had told her mother about it.
A few days later, Dawn was over the cold for the most part, though her nose still bothered her a bit, but, that was all.